It is with great sadness that I type this sentence: I think the Terrible Twos are upon us. Isobel has just reached 17 months of age and it’s like she’s realized her screech has the awesome ability to get people’s attention and bend them to her will. Screaming is her new fourth language. We’ve been working on manners (she’s old hat at “thank you” but we’re working on “please”) and trying to get her to use her words instead of her screams to let us know she wants something.
Further complicating matters? She’s getting multiple molars in at the same time. Screech has become her fourth language. She was always considered a ‘good’ baby so the last couple weeks have been trying and exhausting. Anthony found one solution when things get desperately out of hand: Otter Pops.
I know, I know. Not quite a bastion of healthy eating, those Otter Pops.
As a child I rarely, if ever, was given sugar or anything that my Mom deemed junk food. I subsisted mainly off carrots, bell peppers, and grilled cheese sandwiches—my favorites. I ate all sorts of healthy treats and dreamed of cupcakes nightly. Mom also forced me to drink 6oz of 2% milk three times a day and to her credit I was a slender child if not a healthy one. (Not her fault—despite excellent nutrition I’m just a walking medical calamity.)
I never had Kool-Aid and many of the processed treats Anthony was raised with. I wanted them desperately as a child and certainly felt deprived back then but I find them repugnant now. He tends to eat more sugar than I do overall but I’m not trying to imply in any way that I’m a saint: my vices just tend to be less processed and more loaded with full-fat natural cheese.
We still have a freezer half full of Otter Pops from when my sister was living with us. Since Anthony wanted an Otter Pop himself he decided to give Isobel one, too.
My goodness. Was she ever quiet for the 20 minutes it took her to eat it.
It was so funny to see her leaning all the way back slurping up that Otter Pop with a rapturous look on her face. It must have felt wonderful on her throbbing gums. I bet all that sugar didn’t hurt the experience either. I’m currently looking for an all-fruit version of the Otter Pop (the plastic tube makes it easier for her to eat than a regular popsicle) so if anyone knows of one let me know.
In the meantime, check out the bliss: